Angelique was getting ready for dinner with her husband. It was great that they could enjoy some time alone now that the kids were on their own. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, thinking how well her body had held up after the kids. Her husband particularly enjoyed how her breasts were still plentiful. She was feeling naughty, and rummaged through her lingerie drawer to pull out a cup-less bra, a gift from her husband from a while back. She loved how her breasts rested just on top of the balconette cups. She could feel her clit tingle a little, and with a smirk decided to add something else that would surely drive her husband crazy. She decided to insert a small jeweled butt plug, the one she used when her husband fucked her doggy style and came quickly. She finished getting dressed: a white linen blouse and a black skirt, no undies needed. She completed the outfit with a pendant necklace, matching earrings, and a splash of perfume, the one that drove her husband crazy.

As she walked down the stairs, her husband couldn’t help but notice how amazing she looked. There was a glow about her that was getting him hot. He could feel a twitch at the tip of his cock. He got closer to give her a big hug and kiss her neck, taking a deep breath in and enjoying the scent of her perfume.

“Ready to go, hun,” he said.

“Yup — I’m starving,” she replied with a smile.

They left the house and walked up the street to their favourite haunt, a small Italian bistro that made food so tasty it was an aphrodisiac unto itself. The beauty of living in the center of town was the plethora of great places tucked down dark alleys.

During dinner, Angelique was edgy. The feeling of the plug and her erect nipples against the soft linen was making her horny. She could feel her clit getting hard. She could feel her vagina getting hot and wet. She was almost on the edge of fingering herself right at the restaurant when she said to her husband, “Hurry up and finish that wine of yours. I need to get home.”

Her husband had noticed that she’d grown flushed as dinner went on, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed that her nipples were hard. All through dinner he’d tried to distract himself with boring thoughts. He didn’t want to walk out of the restaurant showing off the bulge of his erection. It didn’t help much, since he could feel the blood pooling in his shaft, his cock growing hard.

“We still haven’t had dessert,” he said, knowing full well she wanted to get home to have sex.

“Come on, hon,” she pleaded. “Let’s just skip it and head back.”

He gulped his wine, paid, and said, “Alright, let’s get going.”

As they left the restaurant, he placed his hand on her back and pulled her closer. Being a good deal taller than her, he could see straight down her cleavage to the swell of her breasts, catching just a glimpse of her nipples. He slid his hand to her ass and gently squeezed it. She let out a slight sigh and a moan at the same time.

“You look fucking hot tonight,” he said.

“Thanks. I really wanted to feel sexy,” she replied.

“Mission accomplished. You’re making my cock hard.”

She answered with a giggle.

About halfway home, she turned to him and said, “I don’t think I can make it home. I’m too horny. All night I’ve been thinking about your hot tongue gently licking my clit as you finger-fuck me.”

“Pull into this alley,” he said, his voice firm. “Let’s see just how horny you really are.”

He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her hard, their tongues intertwining as she let out a moan. He grabbed her ass hard, drawing out another satisfied moan. She could feel his cock bulging against her abdomen. She looked down to see it straining against the front of his pants. It sent her clit twitching, her juices flowing. He slid one hand up the front of her thigh, and midway through, between her legs. He wasn’t even halfway up before he could feel her wetness on the inside of her leg.

“No undies?” he said with a smile. He could feel his precum wetting the front of his pants.

“That’s just the beginning,” she said.

He gently unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her full breasts and erect nipples. He noticed the cup-less bra and nearly lost it right there. He bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her breasts, her nipple growing wet from his saliva as his tongue gently stroked it. She arched her back and let out a deep moan.

She broke from the embrace, dropped to one knee, and unzipped his pants, releasing his fully erect, glistening cock. It was bigger and harder tonight, she thought. She wrapped her lips around it and filled her mouth with the length of him, tasting his precum. She bobbed her head back and forth, saliva drenching his cock and her lips, then stood to kiss him so he could taste himself, their tongues intertwining.

“I need to fuck you,” he said, nearly out of breath.

She turned around, lifted her skirt, and bent forward, bracing her hands against the cool brick. A flicker of movement caught her eye — something shifting in the shadows across the alley. Her breath caught. Is someone there? For a half-second the thought cut clean through the haze of her arousal. Then the shape resolved into a figure she recognized: a waitress from one of the little places down the street, standing just outside the streetlight, watching them. Angelique realized the waitress was touching herself, fondling her own breasts, a hand slipping between her legs to cup her mound and rub her clit through her underwear.

Angelique’s husband ran his hand over her wet vulva, using her wetness to rub her erect clit. Her legs began to shake. He slid two fingers inside her, and she let out a moan. The waitress, lost in her own pleasure, let out a moan too, louder than she’d meant to.

“Do you want to join?” Angelique said in a seductive tone. “You can lick my pussy while my husband fucks me.”

The girl approached, dropped to her knees, and grabbed Angelique’s ass, bringing her mouth close to Angelique’s clit and lapping at her juices, her hot tongue twirling slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Angelique’s husband matched the rhythm of the licking with deep thrusts of his cock inside her. She could feel her muscles grip tight around him; he could feel her clenching around his shaft, the wet heat at the tip of his cock feeling amazing. Angelique felt her orgasm building. Her hands tangled in the waitress’s soft hair as she thrust her hips forward into the girl’s face, who kept vigorously licking and sucking at her clit. She could feel her husband pounding into her, and with a deep breath, let out a scream as her orgasm took control of her body and she convulsed, the waitress never letting go of her clit.

“Stop, stop,” Angelique said, out of breath. She turned around and took her husband’s cock into her mouth, stroking it with her hand at the same time. He felt his orgasm building from his prostate to the base of his shaft, and with a deep, releasing breath, came in her mouth. She felt his muscles pulse as he filled it with hot cum. Careful not to let any escape, she closed her lips, stood, and kissed him, sharing his cum between them as their tongues tangled.

“Can I taste?” the waitress asked. Angelique kissed her with the same passion, using her tongue to explore the waitress’s mouth, tasting the hot cum and swallowing what was left.

Wiping her mouth, the waitress said, “My place is just around the corner. Would you guys want to come up for some dessert?”